Last night I heard 3 real loud ricochets From the police tech center at the top of my street And then the morning after, brass band in unison Jumping, shouting, all 3000 Meanwhile I've been broke in twice And had a maniac at door, swearing, 12:05 AM
And I really think this computer thing is getting out of hand And I think this tech pilot isn't going to land Three quarters of mail destined for beer Time to put an end, to the extend All the bump men Time we cake this Compute garbage in, garbage out And time to put a cap on this With a brain, nice habit And I'm thinkin' of...
(Track is deserted All securities run forth of the perverted)
Isn't gonna land On its purgatory band Auto tech pilot Isn't gonna land Jet isn't gonna land Troll the instant pilot Auto tech pilot Isn't gonna landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
